In the beginning, a silence imagined sound.
The first word was hunger.
Light crept in like forgiveness.
Water remembered its mirror.
The wind took attendance: everything answered.
Fire rehearsed its name in the dark.
Dust became ambition.
A seed dreamt of standing.
Roots wrote letters to gravity.
A stem rose, uninvited, toward the void.
The sun blinked, astonished at itself.
Shadows rehearsed obedience.
The sky married distance
Mountains were the vows
Rivers, the laughter
The earth sighed, womb-heavy.
Stars made promises no one heard.
Night kept them.
Morning forgot.
Still, life insisted.
Two hearts met — strangers to speech.
Their eyes built fire.
Their hands found the blueprint of warmth.
Time applauded once.
The moon envied.
Love learned the verb “to vanish.”
Loss answered, “I already knew.”
They traded names for echoes.
Every goodbye became a continent.
Every return, a myth.
A child arrived:
A pulse wearing skin.
The world bent to watch.
A mother became history.
A father, rumor.
Laughter built ladders.
Tears washed them clean.
Seasons rehearsed consequence.
Trees collected whispers.
Birds carried them forward.
Cities grew — hives of forgetting.
Stone remembered flesh.
Iron dreamed of blood.
The clock became a tyrant.
People bowed to seconds.
Faith hid in attics.
Poetry survived disguised as prayer.
The poor still shared bread.
The rich still starved for meaning.
The sea watched, patient.
War arrived in uniformed logic.
Hope went underground.
Mothers became archivists of silence.
Fathers built fences against the wind.
Smoke wrote elegies.
Children memorized the taste of fear.
The sky shut its eyes.
The moon refused witness.
Love, again, refused to die.
That refusal became law.
Centuries spun like prayer wheels.
Empires mistook noise for permanence.
Dust reclaimed its language.
Statues envied clouds.
The dead learned patience.
The living, denial.
Faith, scarred but walking,
leaned on art for balance.
The raven returned, uninvited.
It knew all our names.
Somewhere, a poet refused despair.
Somewhere else, a child believed them.
That was enough.
The earth exhaled once, deeply.
Oceans forgot their anger.
The stars sang in lowercase.
Every wound sprouted a garden.
Every lie lost its echo.
Every truth shed its armor.
The silence returned, improved.
Now the tower trembles with memory.
Each story a pulse of what was.
Each breath a brick.
The poet climbs, barefoot.
The raven watches.
Bells wait for permission.
Dawn licks the horizon clean.
The world re-invents stillness.
Time folds into itself —
a letter never sent.
Somewhere, love breathes again.
Somewhere, loss forgives itself.
Somewhere, death takes off its mask.
Light bows to shadow.
The human heart — relentless — beats once more.
The poet, at the tower’s crown,
exhales the last line.
The air trembles with understanding.
Silence applauds.
And everything begins again.
:: 10.18.2025 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 